Chapter Six

MORGAN

I 've waited centuries for this, but it feels like I've been waiting an eternity for her. I haven't felt this need—this desire—for someone in so long. Not since him , the man that broke my heart. I was starting to worry that selling my soul to the Devil meant that I'd given up any shot at love. But now there's her .

Maybe this isn't love…not yet. But this possessive obsession I feel can only end in one of two ways: we will get our happily ever after or be consumed by complete destruction. I'm hoping this time someone doesn't end up roasting for all eternity in the pits of Hell.

It was torture to pull myself from her earlier. She tasted like caramel—rich and sweet and so sinfully seductive. I knew that I wanted her but I did not anticipate the hunger which kissing her would elicit within me. I was so close to laying her down on that tiny little table and licking her deliciously tight cunt until she came all over my face. What I wouldn't have given to hear that breathy little moan I pulled from her turned into screams of ecstasy. But I had to pull back. I couldn't risk scaring her…at least not yet.

The thing is, I don't just want this girl—I need her. Her moans, her screams, her pleasure, her pain–I want them all. I need them all.

She's mine .

She just doesn't know it yet.

I can tell she wants me too. I could see the heated desire swirling through her blown out pupils after our kiss. I could smell how fucking wet her pretty pussy was for me. She was so fucking eager. She'll be my perfect little pet.

She just doesn't understand yet how absolutely possessive I can be about what's mine.

If she thinks I'll just let her run on home to Kyle, she's mistaken. I left her needy and wanting for a reason. No one, especially not her shit-stain, soon to be ex-boyfriend, is going to be taking care of that ache between her thighs. From now on, I'm the only one that will taste her; I'm the only one that will touch her.

Anyone who tries to lay a finger on what's mine won't just punch their ticket to Hell, but will be hand delivered there by me.

Which is why I'm following her, of course. Kyle will be dying either way, but it'll be sooner rather than later, if he lays a finger on her.

I really should be focused on finding my thirteenth victim. Time is running out. If he pushes it tonight, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone—get him as my victim and claim my precious princesses' cunt as mine.

I don't want her to see me that way though. I want her to see the seductive and attractive side of me. The side of me she's drawn to. I'll have to be creative in order to hide from her what I truly am. She can never know that underneath my beautiful exterior is a demon. After all, who'd want to share their life—their heart—with a demon?

To my great relief, I followed her not back to her little apartment where she resides with Kyle, but to a lovely little house on the opposite side of town. It's a cute, blue, two-story townhouse in a sweet suburban neighborhood. So charming. So safe.

Not a great place for stalking a girl though.

Luckily, a voluptuous young woman doesn't give off "creepy masked stalker" vibes. Despite the rain, I leave the hood of my dark sweatshirt down so everyone can see what a threat I don't appear to be. Humans are dumb. They assume all monsters look monstrous; they're too vain to realize that sometimes even Hell demons come in pretty packages. Which is why no one bats an eye as I creep through their neighborhood and waltz right into a stranger's backyard.

Quietly opening the back gate, I slip through it and into the quaint little garden behind the townhouse. It's lush and green with large trees, just like it always is in the Pacific Northwest. It's a perfect place to hide.I make myself comfortable behind a large floral bush that provides that perfect amount of cover while still being able to peer into the large and illuminated windows. Well, as comfortable as I can get squatting in a bush in the rain.

I take my bag from my shoulder and gently place it on the ground, careful of the package hidden inside.

Scarlett is sitting at a table with another woman. The other girl is short and curvy with mousy brown hair. She's not unattractive but clearly not as attractive as I am. Plus, Scarlett said she'd never kissed a woman before. I don't think she'd lie to me about that, right? It must just be her friend she's staying with. But, fucking hell, that doesn't stop me from becoming a jealous fucking mess as I watch my princess laugh at something the other girl just said. I want to be the reason she laughs just as badly as I want to be the reason she screams and cries.

I want it all with this girl.

Her chest rises and falls as she laughs, causing her tits to bounce. They're so fucking perfect—perky and just the right size for me to palm in my hand. My pussy dampens as my mind wanders to images of her naked and desperate beneath me. I wonder if her nipples will be tiny little pink buds or large and erect, begging to be sucked.

Fuck, I want her so desperately.

I watch as the girls clean up their dinner and move to a different room of the house. I can no longer see them from where I'm crouched.

Where the hell did they go? What the fuck are they doing?

This isn't going to work. I need her too badly. My obsession with her is too intense. I can't just watch.

" Get her. Take her. Claim her ," the demon within me whispers. I can sense how badly he wants to get his claws into her. If I let him, he'd surely devour her.

I slowly start to ascend from the bushes, ready to find my girl, but movement catches my eye. Sinking back into the shadowed cover of my hiding place, I watch as Scarlett's lithe form gracefully makes her way down the hall. She moves so smoothly, each stride is like the flow of waves dancing in the sea. She exudes a type of feminine energy that's absolutely mesmerizing. She's regal. A type of woman that is timelessly ethereal and captivating. Every soft sigh and each swing of her delicate hips has me wanting to know how sweet and submissive she'd be beneath me.

She disappears for another moment before a bedroom light flips on right in front of me. I sink deeper into the shadows, careful to not let her see me. I have a front row seat to her unknowing striptease as she lifts her shirt off and throws it into the hamper in the corner. Her cleavage is plump and firm, aching to be bitten.

Her arms reach behind her back to release her white lace bra. Her beautiful breasts burst free from their confinement. They're perfect. They're round and pale and perky. Her nipples are so pink and pretty. I feel my pussy clench at the sight, desperate to feel the stiffened buds against my tongue.

" Mine ," the demon whispers again across my mind. He's as desperate to taste her as I am.

I watch, licking my lips in anticipation as she spins to face the mirror above the dresser. She cocks her head, examining her reflection.

What are you thinking about, love?

I watch her reflection, completely enraptured, as one of her hands comes up and caresses her own breast. She stares into her own eyes as her fingers tweak and pull at her nipple. Her chest rises and falls in an unsteady rhythm as she works herself up.

"That's it baby," I whisper into the night as if she can hear me. "Touch yourself for me, princess. Make that pussy nice and wet for me."

I feel my own core heat from the sight before me. My little princess is teasing herself while watching her reflection becoming more and more desperate with each touch. Her mouth opens into a rounded shape and I can tell she's moaning in pleasure.

She suddenly stops and moves to lay on the bed. Pulling a laptop towards her, she starts it up. After a moment, the screen illuminates with a video. Squinting in order to make out the small screen, I realize my girl has turned on some porn. Not just any porn either, she's watching a video of some busty blonde eating out the cunt of a petite brunette.

My naughty, naughty girl. How fucking perfect you are.

Scarlett's right hand slides beneath the waistband of her pants. I can't see exactly how she's playing with herself from this angle but I imagine she's rubbing soft circles around her needy nub. Fuck ! I'd give almost anything to watch her delicate little fingers strumming her clit for me. Her eyes stay locked on the video as her hands work together to play with both her pussy and tits in tandem. My dirty little princess is curious about what it would be like to fuck another girl. Good . She clearly was left wanting more after our coffee date earlier. At least, she better be thinking of me while she touches herself.

Her hips buck and her head falls back as her pleasure begins to build. I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan. She's fucking gorgeous as she humps the air in desperation. Her eyes are now closed as she fucks her own hand. I wonder if she's picturing me while she chases ecstasy.

A sinister sting of jealousy thrums through me. What if she's thinking about someone else?

" Let's find out ," he whispers. It'd be wrong though. I could allow myself to violate her mind and play with her desires, but I shouldn't.

" Then you'd know who she's thinking about while she strums her slick little slit, " the demon's voice sing-songs with a sadistic lilt. It's probably a terrible idea to listen to a Hell demon, and yet…

The rhythm of her hands is desperately furious as she seeks her release. She's so close. My own pussy weeps watching her play with herself. I want that hand to be mine. I want to claim her body and soul until she's completely and utterly mine . I want each beat of her heart, each breath that inflates her lungs, each and every single thought that runs through her mind, to belong to me.

I want her.

She crashes into her orgasm with such wild ferocity that I can barely stand to watch. And yet, I can't tear my eyes away from her. Her back bows and her head is thrown back as her entire body ripples with sensation. Her cheeks are red and puffy. A single tear rolls down her cheek and I'm absolutely desperate to taste it. She's the most wildly beautiful creature I've ever seen.

She lets out a long sigh and collapses against her bed. We both lie still and silent for a moment. Then she shimmies out of her pants, crawls under her comforter, and shuts off her light.

Time to play princess.